Sleepy days and
blooming nights —
f i e l d s
drying out
of fine
c o f f e e
A nice, slow sip,
tasting some
fancy b e a n s —
a fragrant future
drawn on my
bitter e s p r e s s o
I stole a puff
blowing some faint
s m o k e verse —
but your tired eyes
wouldn’t read
f u z z y letters
S l o w words, fake rain,
dripping on
h o p e f u l grass —
some shattered glass
Spilling red ink
onto w e t p a g e
On sleepy days,
I write a faint
smoke v e r s e —
Our fragrant future
d r a w n on a
bitter espresso
i see myself
poetry bare naked
just reflected
in your half
broken
m i r r o r
while taking
a sip out of
your nearly
empty bottle
of dry
w i t
can you see us—
or at least
can you
remember what we
used to look
l i k e
in that,
our world of
alternate
rhymes
and fancy
w o r d p l a y s
worlds now
dissolved into
thin air, for readers
to imagine—
But never
r e a d
i see us
poetry bare naked
just reflected
into that
half-broken
mirror
a sip out of
our nearly
empty
rhyming bottle
of dry
g i n
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